[Jian San + Gu Long] Put that flower and I will come!

The old beggar leaned lazily on the side of the road to bask in the sun.

Given his status in the beggar gang, he doesn't need to run out every day to be an old beggar at the foot of the city wall. There are a lot of apprentices and grandchildren underneath, and the fine wine and roast chicken brought up every day are enough to feed him until he doesn't want to move.

But well...

The old beggar picked out his ears, yawned lazily, smelled the tempting aroma of roast chicken in the wind, and secretly swallowed.

Although the little apprentice is good at cooking, it is still not as good as Deshenglou's roast chicken... the aroma... tsk tsk... the taste... tsk tsk...

Hey... If the old gang leader Ren is in good health, he can rely on his seniority to salivate and ask the old gang leader to bring him a meal every other month. Although the old gang leader looks awkward, he is very soft-hearted. Put on a few more times, and most of them will be able to get what they want.

It's a pity that the old gang leader Ren has been ill for a few years, and even the things in the gang are handed over to his adopted son Nangong Ling. , Boy Ling is always smart and capable, with high martial arts skills, and has a tendency to outperform blue... It's just that the old man is always nostalgic, and the young man is young and energetic, and always wants to do a big job. The kind of old man who just wants to enjoy the warm sunshine... I really can't get along!

What's more, he really couldn't salivate from his old face and asked Ling boy for roast chicken...

Sigh... I don't know how the old gang leader Ren is doing. Last time I wanted to visit him, Ling boy said that the doctor asked for rest, so it's best not to disturb the old man... Thinking that the old gang leader Ren has always been in good health, and now he has been sick for several years. Afraid... ah bah bah bah!

The old beggar, who was basking quietly in the sun, suddenly spit desperately and hit his head hard, muttering something, as if he was crazy: "No, no, no, the master must live a long life, a long life, a long life Hundred-year-old Bodhisattva, it was the old boy who was stunned just now, so don't take it to your heart..."

After reading dozens of times in a row, the old beggar calmed down and lay down again, but without the leisurely way before: Lord Ren...you need to get well soon, the old boy is still waiting to get drunk with you How about a game... Even if Mrs. Ye gets angry, the old boy will definitely help you block it when the time comes!

Thinking that he would be able to live a happy life of a Desheng roast chicken for a month after the boss recovered, the old beggar slowly relaxed: Tsk tsk... Has the chef of Desheng Building improved his skills again? The newly baked roast chicken This smell is so fragrant that I can smell it so clearly here... ah, there is also the fragrance of the three-year-old Fenjiu from the wine shop in the east of the city...

and many more?

The old beggar's nose moved.

It's not an illusion, it's really the fragrance of Fenjiu from the east of the city!

The old beggar opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a little girl who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old riding a donkey upside down.

A string of bells hung around the donkey's neck, which made tinkling noises as it walked.

The little girl was wearing purple and black clothes, her hair was only tied with a red silk embroidered handkerchief with white patterns, a green bamboo pen was pinned to her waist, and a jade bottle with a warm color was hung on her waist.But these old beggars couldn't see them anymore, he could only see the oiled paper bag in the girl's arms and the jar of wine she was carrying.

Swallowing, the old beggar watched helplessly as the little girl hung the jar of good wine on the donkey first, and opened the oil-paper bag in her bosom.

Once the oil paper wrapped outside is removed, the aroma of roast chicken will be even stronger!To say that the scent just now was just a faint waft from afar, at this moment, the old beggar felt that he had been soaked in the ocean of roast chicken!

The little girl in purple and black clothes seems to be quite satisfied with the scent, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath first, and immediately showed a smile of great enjoyment on her face——If the little girl's senior brothers and sisters When Master and others saw it, they would all use one word to describe it: foodie.

As if she felt it was very fragrant and her appetite was whetted, the little girl reached out and tore off a chicken leg, her big eyes were shining, she stared at the chicken leg in her hand for a while, and then slowly put it to her little mouth.

The old beggar stared at the chicken leg, watching the chicken leg being fed into the small rosy mouth, and then leaving, there was a gap in the chicken leg.

The little girl closed her eyes, chewing and chewing, then suddenly opened her eyes, the old beggar swore by his nine sacks that he saw that little girl's eyes suddenly became brighter than before!

As if she had already confirmed that it was very delicious, the little girl brought the chicken leg to her mouth again. This time, she didn't eat it so slowly just now, but gnawed it while chewing, and gnawed the chicken leg to pieces in a few bites. Only the bones of the chicken were left, not a trace of meat.

The little girl licked the corner of her mouth, and her surprisingly bright eyes fell on the roast chicken that was missing only one leg in her arms.

It looks delicious... No, Deshenglou's roast chicken is a well-known sign in a hundred miles... The old beggar felt that there was so much saliva in his mouth that he could hardly swallow it all.

Seeing that the little girl tore off a chicken leg again and was about to put it in his mouth, the old beggar stared at the chicken leg approaching the small mouth, imagining in his heart that it was delivered to his mouth, and the next taste...crispy Skin, soft and delicious chicken thigh meat, mixed with Deshenglou's secret sauce and roasted deliciously... Tsk tsk...

Just as the old beggar was waiting for the chicken leg to be fed into his mouth, the chicken leg suddenly stopped outside that ruddy mouth!

Why don't you eat it?

Although his heart was full of doubts, the old beggar didn't intend to divert his attention at all, and still stared at the chicken leg.

When the chicken leg swayed to the left, the old beggar's head swayed to the left; when the chicken leg swayed to the right, the old beggar's head swayed to the right; when the chicken leg moved up, the old beggar was busy moving his head up... ?

The old beggar raised his eyes blankly, and was facing a pair of big, bright eyes.

The big eyes flickered, blinked, looked at her chicken leg, and then at the old beggar. The little girl tilted her head and asked, "Grandpa beggar over there, why do you always stare at my chicken leg?"

The child's voice was clear and sweet, and the old beggar blinked and said, "Because I'm hungry!"

"If you're hungry, you should eat!"

"But old beggar, I don't have the money to buy it! I can only wait for good-hearted people to give me some leftovers!"

The little girl looked at the chicken leg in her hand, she seemed to be in trouble: "But if my chicken leg didn't cool down, it's not leftovers..."

The old beggar: "..." Bodhisattva, shall we do it again? This time the old beggar must say hot food and hot dishes!

"Besides, the master said, if you don't eat what you get, I can't give you chicken legs for no reason. That's not good for you!" The storyteller who was telling the book to others suddenly lit up, "Grandpa beggar, can you tell the story?"

"Ah?" The old beggar was at a loss.

"If you tell me the story, then this chicken leg can be regarded as your reward for telling me the story! Then it's not a cheap meal!" The little girl clapped her hands happily, and turned over and got off the donkey, regardless of the young Sit down on the slate floor whether it was dirty or not, and put the chicken and chicken legs wrapped in oiled paper beside her and the old beggar.

"Grandpa beggar, tell me a story, and I'll treat you to chicken!"

That's a great idea!The old beggar's eyes lit up, but he still held back his greed and didn't reach for the drumstick: "What story does the little girl want to hear?"

"Hmm..." The little girl nodded her lips and thought for a while, "Who is the richest? Who is the smartest? Who is the most beautiful? Who has the best kung fu? Who is the most famous? Who plays the piano the best? Who has the most beautiful paintings? Who is the best chess player? Who is unparalleled in the world in medicine? Who has unparalleled institutions? Who has a long-lasting reputation?"

"Oh, little girl, you reported so much in one breath, the old boy can't remember!" Having said that, the old beggar was relieved in his heart. Fortunately, the story that the little girl wanted to hear We all know that now we have the chicken from Deshenglou!

But well...

The old beggar took a peek at the little donkey obediently standing aside. To be precise, it was the jar of Fen wine hanging on the little donkey: If it can be paired with good wine... tsk tsk...

The little girl saw the direction where the old beggar was peeking, and blinked: "Grandpa beggar wants to drink?"

The old beggar salivated and nodded, and did not forget to boast: "The little girl is really clever! The old beggar just glanced at it and let the little girl guess it!"

The little girl looked up triumphantly, and stretched out her hand to hold the jar of wine into her arms: "I can't drink it for you! If you get drunk before telling me a story, wouldn't it be a waste of my wine and a waste of food?" My roast chicken?"

"Oh, my little lady! You put such a jar of wine in front of the old beggar, and the old beggar's wine worms are hooked. If you don't feed the worms first, the old beggar won't be interested in telling stories!"

The little girl rolled her eyes: "I can give you something to drink...but you have to tell a story first! Even if you are a businessman, you have to pay a deposit first!"

"Okay! The young lady is really smart! I can think of this way!" The old beggar hurriedly praised, "Then the old beggar will start talking, the young lady must keep her word!"

"of course!"

"Then let's start with the most beautiful woman in the world, that woman is called Shi Guanyin..."